Energy

Feelings

- 7:35 a.m
I made my way into the school, head up high, and ready to get the day over with. Last night had made it seem like my relationship was on the line, but I can't focus on a argument right now. My friends are my girlfriends friends too, so I decided to skip the pity party, and go to class early. I pulled out my books, and grabbed my phone to check social media. The class was empty, and my teacher was off doing whatever teachers do in the morning. "You're just going to avoid me?" I looked up, seeing my girlfriend in the doorway. I acknowledged her with a small smile, then grabbed my homework and got up to turn it in. "Breeanna, look at me." I continued turning in my paperwork, putting my name onto the thin slip of paper. I watched closely as the ink spread out slowly. "What's your deal?" She asked. Somehow she had quietly made her way behind me, and was standing close. "Look at me." She demanded. "Why are you here?" I asked, knowing the reason already. "I want to fix this. You're not going the whole day without talking to me, it's already bad enough you can't even look at me." She stated, stepping even closer. "Arianna i'm not doing this right now, I have stuff to do." The teacher walked in, greeting both of us with a wide smile, and making her way to her desk. Arianna grabbed my hand, pulling me to our spot, locking the door behind her. It was a storage closet that we had discovered looking for mops one day because I had spilled my coffee messing with her. "Now talk to me." She said, leaning on the shelves. "You're confusing, dude. You want me, then you don't. We're friends one minute, then talking like we're in a relationship the next. What do you want from me?" I asked, looking at her. She looked so good today. It's funny how when you're mad at the one you love, they look good and for some reason, the heart isn't mad anymore. "I do want you. I want us. I'm sorry I made it seem like I didn't. My feelings are real, obviously." She explained. Our relationship is bumpy. The thrill of having a high school relationship is getting that rush to get ready in the morning so you look good for them or getting that crunch of excitement when you see them in the halls. You see them with their friends, goofing off, and it's just a splendid feeling. Even the little hookups in the storage closet. "Can you stop being mad at me, and be on good terms with me? I want us, and that's that." She stepped closer to me, and grabbed my waist. I looked into her eyes, feeling the fiery connection. This girl has my heart. We leaned in, and soon our lips met. Synced and locked. This is my first love.